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Date Posted: 11:22:10 08/05/00 Sat
Author: mutington/pursnckitty
Subject: A THIEF IN THE WOOD

THIEF IN THE WOOD


There in the clearing, amidst the fallen leaves
and scattered acorns, she stood...
An ominous silhouette against a dying crimson
sunset flickering through the wood...
And the approaching twilight hushed her loyal
squawking shoulder-sitting crow.
~
Cipher had trapped the shabbily clad terrified
thief in his frenzy to escape her...
“Halt” she commanded, and the powerful secret
of her echoing voice threw forth misty vapors
that caused him to fall, paralyzed at her feet in a
state of fear like none other he had ever ever
known.
~
She took her stance imposingly.. hands on hips,
and placed her right foot on his throat with just
enough pressure to make him gag, sweat
profusely and involuntarily release his urine.
The clearing was calm like death..not a leaf or
tree limb moved, and yet, within a circle
surrounding Cipher, an up drafting current blew
violently. Her cloak rippled in the whirl, slipping
off her shoulders, and Ebony flew to a nearby
branch to await the conclusion of the impending
confrontation.
~
The thief was helplessly drawn to her
mesmerizing gaze of piercing wide lifeless
onyx-filled eyes, that never seemed to blink. Her
fiery auburn hair whipped about her head, and
the now rising moonglow reflected a silver sheen
to her black leather garb. Even in all his
consuming fear, he remained spellbound to her
charismatic beauty and aura.
He knew who she was...
He knew that she was ...The Kronnus, who held
the high seat of the Kronna...’The Sisterhood of
Witches’...for she was greatly feared in all the
lands, the towns, and villages from the towering
mountains to the salty sea.
He knew because...he had stolen...the ‘staff.’
~
“Where is it ?” she asked with a menacing
sternness that made him shudder and quake, that
made the night creatures scurry and
even silenced the lowly cricket and quivering
pines. He hesitated for only a mere second.
“I will ask one more time...Where is the Staff?”
she said as her voice encircled him,
entwining and enclosing him like a vise..
squeezing his very life-force.
~
“I...I bartered it...to an old bearded man
for a few gold pykens and some cool ales...
at the northeast-end tavern in the
town of......Vera. The old man’s name is
G..Gideon,” said the thief in a stuttered and
garbled speech.
~
Methodically, Cipher raised her gloved hands
above his incapacitated body..
“You have stolen from my Sisterhood..
You have stolen for the last time..”
And as her widened eyes rolled, incantations
were spat upon the cowering thief...
“Nootosikee..Cantolocastia..Robotorick..!”
At once his hands were melded together as one
grotesque glob, flesh to flesh and bone to bone.
“Oh please..please Mistress Cipher,”
he cried out in pain.
“How will I feed my children..?”
~
“SHUSH,” she answered harshly,
“For if you utter another word ..it will surely be
your last.”
Slowly she slid her silver pointed boot from his
throat, drew her foot back, and forcefully kicked
the side of his head..with an impact that rendered
him..unconscious.
~
Without remorse, Cipher retrieves her hooded
cloak, beckons to her faithful crow, and departs
from the clearing as the moon lights her way
through the darkened wood.
With a squint of her eye, and a sinister twist of
her lip
she whispers....”Vera...Vera...”


***This has been a combined effort.
Storyline/ Consultant..Pursnckitty
Author..mutington
8/5/2000

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